<His eyes often look crazed. Sigh, how did he become so twisted? Just a few months ago, when he caught Ileon Odrek, he was still a kind and faithful paladin…>
From Agnes and my perspective, that was just a few months ago, but for Reed, it was a thousand years ago.
Understanding the gap of a hundred lives toyed with by a god and a thousand years of time is difficult for an ordinary person.
[‘The Word That Builds the World’ says that whatever Reed’s true intentions are, it would be best for you to build up resistance to magic in advance.]
The words from my god are always like revelations. I must take them to heart.
Reed pulled something else from his chest. A long chain emerged from a hidden subspace, and he wrapped it tightly around Ribrili.
“May I have your hand for a moment?”
After asking permission, he lightly touched my fingertips. I felt a brief sense of interference, and then a…
← A Transmigrator’s Privilege